Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

As the strange girl before the demon vanished.

In a corner of the subspace, chaotic turbulence began to surge.

This is a place that cannot be defined by space or even time.

The so-called reality is nothing more than a small world constructed by the power of each powerful "creature," a place that their will can cover.

These are their respective kingdoms within the subspace.

Now, a king has ended his brief respite and chosen to return to the subspace near the Blood God's domain.

The turbulent currents stirred up by the psionic energy were enough to wipe out all warp creatures in this area, and most of the Khorne demons were killed by His intentional or unintentional rage.

The remaining, more powerful, higher-ranking demons fled in panic, avoiding the light that might shine upon them.

Because after the "door" opened by that king, a burning black sun rose from the endless depths of nothingness.

The surging stream of light poured down its surface, scattering an orderly radiance.

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The flames of vengeance leaped in the void, intertwining ever-changing inscriptions—curses, oaths, and prayers—within their light.

Hatred and power are intertwined; tyranny and order coexist.

A silhouette emerged from the darkness.

His appearance was constantly in a state of chaotic change, sometimes transforming into a towering giant, sometimes peeling away into a withered old man, and sometimes collapsing into a wisp of shadow standing in the center of the dark flames.

His power grew stronger, but also weaker.

And in the direction He was looking.

A faint light shone from the soul of a mortal.

A person who lacks piety and cannot understand His ideals.

"Father, I cannot understand your will."

The voice came from beside the king.

A pure white ray pierced through the thick fog, and six broad wings spread out backward.

The newcomer descended before the phantom and knelt down.

She faced her master and her faith with awe.

"By the time we discovered him, it was too late; he had already been tainted by false gods."

She bowed her head and spoke.

"His faith was mixed with impurities, and his soul never truly came close to the Holy Light."

"Just a speck of dust in the vast darkness, an insignificant passerby."

The flickering of the dark flames intensified because of the angel's words.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom distorted, attempting to reduce its dimensions to analyze a faint concept.

Old man, saint, veteran, girl.

Hundreds of different appearances flashed across His outline, and perhaps among them was a face that truly belonged to Him.

Until it freezes into a different image.

A blonde girl.

Salia.

In the end, He maintained the posture of the young girl.

Golden eyes slowly opened.

That face was exactly the same as the old image Henry remembered.

He lowered his head and examined the new hands, following the guidance of some remaining fragments, and spun them halfway around in place.

The linen skirt then billowed in an arc.

However, the movements appeared excessively sluggish.

Lacking a smile and shyness.

The immense pressure remained clumsily nestled within a frail body.

He could never truly create the image of the knight in his memory and enter his kingdom.

Because it lacks the most essential element, it transcends the superficial appearance, is different from the voice, and also transcends past experiences.

The girl's soul is no longer in His hands.

Dark flames reignited, blurring His figure within the flames.

Thousands upon thousands of indescribable characters floated around Him.

"▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒"

"███████——"

"■■■■■■■■" "..."

The angel nodded.

"Follow your will."

Its large wings spread out backward.

She transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the dense void, leaving behind golden marks along the way.

Whether intentionally or not, she flew in a direction that grazed the Blood God's domain, and wherever she went, the wails of demons echoed.

The material world is accompanied by a deep echo.

Henry's body collapsed with a thud.

The chainsaw sword slipped from his hand and fell, thoughtfully shutting itself off without harming its master.

The nearby Nurgle remains were still burning.

A war ended with the death of a third life. Stripped of the nourishment of the warp, the corrupt organization lost its vitality and gradually disintegrated into ashes.

"Henry!"

Balu was the first to react, rushing forward.

He grabbed his fallen companion and dragged him out of the wreckage.

"Hello!"

"Wake up!"

With no response from the other party, Balu became increasingly nervous.

He turned his head and looked toward the other side not far away.

Anastasius, the Demon of Waste, remained in a prone position.

Dozens of tentacles lay limply and flat in all directions.

It resembles a large insect that has been crushed by a tremendous force.

"What have you done?"

Balu questioned loudly.

"What exactly did you do to him?"

Anastasius suddenly perked up.

Several eyeballs on the torso moved over in unison.

His expression gradually turned aggrieved.

"..."

Why don't you go ask him what he did to me?

It raised a piece of fleshy tendril, touching the cuts left on its body by the tentacles that had abandoned it.

Look at myself now!

"He almost killed me!"

"It was just a tiny bit off."

"I was so scared I peed my pants! Do you know what it feels like to be so scared that you developed an entire excretory system?!"

"On what grounds?"

"Just because I'm a demon, does that mean I don't need to be cared for?"

Balu language stop.

"You... never mind, just shut up."

"Get to the point, what exactly did you do?"

Anastasius was filled with suspicion.

"I?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Then why did he pass out? Don't tell me you can beat Henry."

Anastasius's gaze also fell on the unconscious knight.

There was a long silence.

In the end, I decided not to tell what I had seen and heard.

This was Henry's secret, and it didn't want Henry to find out and get angry, turning it into a firecracker.

"To be honest... I'm also puzzled. Maybe Henry himself is a bit weak."

Baru ignored the complaints and instead began to carefully examine Henry's condition.

"There's no injury... It's amazing, even though there was so much blood, why are there no wounds?"

"That's strange."

Anastasius moved closer, placing himself next to Balu, and deliberately used his tentacles to wipe away some suspicious liquid from it.

"What's wrong?"

Balu shook his head.

"Nothing much, Henry is probably just tired. After all, he hasn't had a break in a long time since he saved that damn devil."

Anastasius: "..."

"so……"

"Does nobody really care about me?"

"Shut up."

"Tell him yourself when he wakes up."

Anastasius's tentacles drooped down.

"Oh, here we go again. Demons have no human rights."